The tea party

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"Welcome to 'the tea party' what can I get you?"
"Oh come on faith don't act like that"
"Our special today is pumpkin tea"
"Your mom told me I'd find you here considering you got a new phone and all"
"We also have an assortment of gourmet coffees"
Before I could finish my sentence he came around the counter and cupped my face in his large hands; I couldn't help but inhale his familiar aroma of toothpaste, the bakery, and it seems as though he's updated his cologne from Super drug axe to Calvin Klein.
"Stop acting like I am just another customer. Stop acting like we aren't in love. Stop acting like we weren't each other first kiss each other's first time. Stop acting like we don't have history bigger then the both of us"
I had to keep a straight face but all I wanted to do was kiss him and pretend it never ended but I know I am doing this for him this is bigger then the both of us
"Were"
"What are you-"
"We were in love Harry, past tense"
"I don't believe that for a second. You were the firm believer in never falling out of love. I was never a believer but for you I understand what it means"
"Harry please just order something or go, I've got to get back to work"
"You've could've traveled with me. I could've shown you the world! And if you didn't want to leave I would have stayed here and opened this shop with you and never thought what could've been because I would've been with you-"
"That's just it Harry I don't want you to put your whole life on hold for me! This is your life go live it! But please don't come back here looking for a lost love"
"I am gonna be in town for awhile; I don't intend on leaving until I get the love of my life back"
My eyes were closed but I could feel the warmth of his lips pressing against my forehead in that comforting way that still sends a shock down my spine. A few moment later I heard the bell of the door close behind him and I felt the hot burning tears streaking down my face no doubt leaving streaks in my foundation leaving an all day reminder of my fading self resistance of the boy with the deep dimples.

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